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An Existential Cry?

-8  falls 30.32  SW0 wchill-8 Winter First Quarter of the Wolf Moon The Great Horned Owl who lives in our woods calls tonight, right now as I write.  Whether he, or she, speaks to a lost love or wayward children I do not know.  On a night this cold it could be the existential cry […]

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